May be,you are Giants
With such enormous power
The first Indian Company
On the Stock Exchange here, now
as an Indian Company
Why an open mine?
On a mountain
Where the Dongria
have their sacred shrine

On a sacred mountain
And its there, you want to go
Not withstanding history
You'll carve it up, and grow
Profit, this is tragic
its sick, its frightful stuff
Of Million tonne producers
The Planet's had enough

People live there
People die there
We must show respect
May be your a Giant
But use some intellect
Destruction of another's home
Will work against you, they
Have lived there and will die there
Your mine must stay away

Its wrong, its bloody terrible
What you think to do
Vedanta stop for goodness sake
for karma follows you
These people are indigenous
For you to do this would
Tear their hearts away from them
And how can that be good
Sitting in your boardroom
With your cognac and cigars
Remember you have hearts too
You didn't come from Mars

Your Indians, and Indians
must understand and try
To give respect to the people
Who've lived there and who die
Fighting for their freedom
Amongst the forest green
And tearing up their homeland
Is perilously mean

I ask you, in fact, beg you
To think on this again
Consider what your doing
Imagine all that pain
Respect them for they've lived there
And need something more from you
Than destruction of their heritage
and their precious homeland too.